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Sing it!

Published June 11, 2017 by Krystal Minx

♫ Nails, Shoulders, Chest and Toes ♫ Chest and Toes ♫

You know what it’s like when you get a song stuck in your head, right?!  Well, I can’t shake this children’s exercise tune out of my head, and seem to sing it out loud at every opportunity.  When I saw this pic (taken months ago), it rang again loud and clear (yes, I changed some words to fit the pic).  It is corny for sure, but so am I, and I am lucky to have Mr. Minx to be both silly and sexy with…even at the same time 🙂 ❤

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OUTDOORS AND…

Published June 4, 2017 by Krystal Minx

…IN MY CAR.

Loving my large men’s dress shirts… almost as much as my photographer, Mr. Minx.

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Happy New Year

Published December 31, 2016 by Krystal Minx

CHEERS!!

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C is for Cinnamon

It’s #SinfulSunday prompt week for January,  so click on the Pink Kiss to check out other interpretations of “C.”

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White Christmas

Published December 24, 2016 by Krystal Minx

Merry, Happy, Joyous… Everything!!

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Click the Pink Kiss to celebrate #SinfulSunday this Xmas!

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Reflections

Published December 17, 2016 by Krystal Minx

As 2016 comes to a close, and we prepare to jump into 2017 with both feet…it’s time to Reflect…

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Click the Pink Kiss to check out others this #SinfulSunday!

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UPshot

Published December 10, 2016 by Krystal Minx

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Last week it was time to bring the Xmas decorations down from the garage storage.   Mr. Minx is always SO eager to hold the ladder for me…and clearly, this is why!!

I like this pic because my pants are as colorful as a Xmas tree  🙂

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Holi-day-ja-vu

Published December 5, 2016 by Krystal Minx
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December is now upon us so it’s time for me to make the switch from online shopping to actually setting foot in some stores.  I don’t look forward to crowds of crazy shoppers, so I stick to a select few of favorite stores.  Inevitably, since I have made the trip already, I do find myself wandering through a couple extra stores, hoping to come across something unexpected.  This year is a little different.
I really only “make a day of it” shopping, this one time of year, so I also take the opportunity to touch/feel/try the things that catch my eye, for myself too.  Online browsing is nice and convenient, but nothing compares to picking up an item in your own two hands to make a determination of quality and value before purchasing.
As I enter one of those unplanned shops, something feels unlike the rest.  I seem to know that I won’t find any gifts here, but I am drawn to stay.  I do see some clothing items that catch my eye, and I gather several pieces as I make my way through rack after rack, ending up in line at the fitting rooms.  This is when the feeling of déjà vu begins to hit me.  Something feels so familiar and begins to stir within me as I get closer to entering the room.  When I am at the front of the line, I have to wait a bit longer, and during those moments the light bulb goes off in my head…I have not only been here, but there is a memory here that I had forgotten…a glorious one.
Years ago I had been holiday shopping with my girlfriend (turned love interest), Willow.  I don’t usually share a dressing room when trying on clothes, but that time was different.  We each had a couple items in our hands, and she suggested we share a room.  I quickly agreed.  Already thinking about watching her change, I was anxiously anticipating a couple kisses.

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I’d never made out in a dressing room before, but that was about to change.   These rooms were actual rooms with walls that were floor to ceiling, will full length doors…very private.  As we each tried on a couple shirts, we could still hear the chatter of the other customers nearby.  We took advantage of our private surroundings and exchanged some sensual kisses.  I could feel the heat within me begin to rise.  It felt so naughty to be half naked and making out as people were waiting for a free dressing room.  This only made it hotter.
We thought it may be best to leave soon, so she proceeded to try on the pants and skirt she picked out.  No sooner did she remove her pants, I pushed her against the wall behind her with my bare breasts and a kiss, reaching below to scoot down her panties.  Sliding a finger to her slit, I immediately felt her wetness, just waiting for me. The more she moaned (as silently as she could) I probed her pussy with my fingers, kissed her deeply, and pressed my boobs against hers.  She returned my touches, unzipped my pants, and reached for my own moistness.  The more I felt her fingers; I was dripping in no time.  Willow and I could barely contain our passion for one another.  Before I knew it, she dropped to her knees, suckling my tits on the way down.  Her tongue found my clit immediately, and I parted my legs slightly to give her easier access.  I was breathing so heavily, it was not easy to keep quiet.  I was so horny, I almost forgot about our surroundings completely.  I had to have her, so I sat her on the bench where I could find my place between her legs and lick her sweet juices.  We knew others were waiting for our room, but it seemed to drive us to go for what we wanted, without hesitation.
Ultimately I rose to the bench, beside her for more boob play, and to share her own nectar that still glossed my lips.  What a juicy kiss that was!  A perfect way to wrap up our short, yet ever so taboo session.   Glowing from the passion that was seeping from our very pores, we dressed, reviewed each other for presentable appearance, and gathered our things as we exited.  We then waited in the checkout line, as we exchanged loving smiles, continuing to bask in the residual heat from our mini escapade.

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As this wonderful memory hit me, I was caught off guard feeling those oh so pleasant tingles of pleasure run through my body…and only from the memory.  On this day, as I entered the dressing room I was alone, and feeling so wonderful.  I enjoyed recalling that passionate time with my previous lover.   I was glad that memory came back, and looked forward to returning home where I could share all the details with Mr. Minx.  I knew how much he would enjoy hearing about this occurrence from my past, as I whispered the erotic details into his ear.  I can’t wait for tonight, to feel him throbbing and plunging inside me, deeper and more intensely, with each detail.  He will love it…and so will I…but that is a story for another time.

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